"Oh, now it's three families fighting for a fried dumpling," Mr. Zhu said detachedly. "It used to be that two families were fighting for a fried dumpling, and the whole fry was full of the smell of human flesh. Now that another family is added to the frying, it's like this
The spaghetti has become a hot commodity and I am very busy."
Bai Jiaxuan listened to his brother-in-law's words and remembered what Mr. Zhu said, "Bailuyuan has now become a piece of shit." That was after the collapse of Heiwa's agricultural cooperative, and not long after Tian Fuxian returned to the original land and started revenge, Bai Jiaxuan went to visit his brother-in-law and attempted to
Listen to Mr. Zhu's judgment on the situation in the countryside. Mr. Zhu remained silent throughout the rise and fall of the Agricultural Association. After Yue Weishan returned to Zishuitian and Fu Xian returned to Bailuyuan, he still maintained a detached attitude of not getting involved or commenting.
When his brother-in-law pressed him again and again, he came up with the words "Bailuyuan has become a dish now." When Bai Jiaxuan later said this to Tian Fuxian, he interpreted it as "The theater in Bailu Village has become a dish." Bai Jiaxuan turned sideways.
Leaning on the quilt, he looked at his brother-in-law, pondering his obscure and witty words. The two families naturally referred to the Kuomintang family of this family and the Communist family of that family. Needless to say, the three families refer to the Heiwa bandit family. Bai Jiaxuan said
: "Hei Wa became a bandit. I didn't expect it at first. In fact, it is a natural thing."
Hei Wa has indeed become a bandit.
When Xi's brigade moved from Guguan Pass, it made careful arrangements and prepared for the worst: the team had been marching along the roots of the mountains, and could go into the mountains as a last resort when it was surrounded. Before heading to the scheduled assembly point, Brigade Commander Xi was fighting
The former mobilizer told the historical story of the "Seven-step Poetry". He said: "The old shopkeeper is dead, and the eldest brother has to take over the family affairs. The eldest brother thought that although the six- or seven-year-old brother could not hit his strong legs and thick waist,
But the little brother is always getting older year by year. Even if he doesn't compete with him for the power of the shopkeeper when he grows up, he will still have to share half of the family business. The eldest brother hates why his mother wants to have such a disaster..." The audience
The soldiers burst into laughter, and Hei Wa also laughed. Brigadier Xi continued: "I just thought, let’s strangle him to death before he grows up. Comrades, this is what China is like now. We are
The little brother who is about to be strangled to death by the black-hearted brother has already strangled our necks with his hands. Can we sing a poem like Cao Zhi and die obediently?"
This team arrived at a plain and stationed on standby. Nayuan was very similar to Bailuyuan. Dozens of villages there also had farmers' cooperative riots, and now they still have signs with white background and green characters of the farmers' association. The leaders of many villages' farmers' cooperatives lead the group.
Members of the Agricultural Association brought rice, noodles, pork, steamed steamed buns and pressed noodles to the troops. One night three days later, the largest military riot led by the Communist Party in northern China occurred.
It was a war that was destined to fail from the beginning. The small victory at the beginning and the complete defeat that followed were irreversible. From the firing of the first shot to the silence of the gunfire on the entire battlefield, Brigadier Xi’s
The headquarters continued to advance towards the front line of the war. Heiwa only heard the sound of gunshots and saw the trenches. The lines of fire traced by the bullets intertwined into a beautiful net, like the warp threads stretched by his mother on the ground in March. He looked at the falling flowers.
There are corpses in various postures and faces distorted beyond recognition in the wheat field. Heiwa has no anger, no sadness, and no fear. This is what war is like, and this is what war is. Until Brigadier Xi ordered
When he brought all the guards up and entered the trench, Hei Wa seemed to have some consciousness and felt a certain sadness: "Commander Xi, you can't leave all the guards behind." "I am not important now, the important thing is
This battle." Brigadier Xi roared, "Comrades, put your abilities to the front. Heiwa, don't you have three eyes? Keep your three eyes focused on your big brother's black heart. If you can't beat him to death, he will be smashed.
Break one of his legs." Heiwa decided not to argue and decided to obey the order and lead the guard platoon into the sparsely manned trench. Brigadier Xi waved his hand and said: "Comrades, don't use your abilities to sing the 'Seven-Step Poetry'
Wow." At that moment, Heiwa saw a moving light mixed with a ray of desperate tenderness and a ray of desperate sadness in Brigadier Xi's eyes. This was the last time he saw Brigadier Xi, and that light stayed in his eyes forever.
In his memory.
The battle in the trenches was far less impressive than his escape. He was not afraid during the attack and defeat, but was frightened when fleeing. The reason was that when he aimed his gun at his elder brother's soldiers, he had already risked his life, but when he fled, he did not want to risk his life.
It is not clear who of the guard platoon he led was dead, alive, injured, or escaped. Brigadier Xi died or survived, and was withdrawn to where he went. When Heiwa was awakened by the dew, he saw the sky full of stars, and first realized that he was in the right hand.
He was holding the short gun, and then realized that he was holding a handful of wet and sticky wheat ears in his left hand. Finally, he realized that he had been shot in the shoulder and was injured. The wound was exactly the same as the last time Brigadier Xi was shot by a black gun.
It matched. He stood up and shook his arms. As if it didn't matter, he walked around the corpses arranged vertically and fled toward the southeast. At his feet were the green stalks and green ears of wheat that had been trampled to the ground. They could not be distinguished clearly.
The corpses of his eldest brother's soldiers and his comrades-in-arms were all like cut wheat sheaves lying in the fields during the summer harvest. He walked and ran until the corpses were no longer visible, and he slowed down again only when the standing wheat blocked his steps.
The night finally came to dawn. An old man pulling an ox and carrying a plow walked up the waist-high wheat field path. He sang and played randomly in the sweet morning breeze. He was in high spirits and had a good voice. Heiwa jumped in front of the old man,
The old man made a random statement and threw the plow stick on his shoulder and collapsed softly. The big purple bullock raised its tail and ran into the wheat field. Only then did Heiwa see his clothes that were red with blood.
trousers. He peeled off a blue shirt from the old man, leaving the white shirt underneath. He took off the old man's blue trousers, leaving the single pants underneath. He took off his own clothes and pants, kneaded them into a ball and stuffed them into the wheat field.
Inside, he put on the old man's blue shirt and blue trousers, tucked the short gun into the waistband of his trousers, and suddenly turned into the attire of a long-term worker when he was working in Weibei. Before leaving, he took out a silver dollar from his waist and stuffed it into the old man's waistband.
The stiff palm walked away in a hurry.
When crossing a river ditch, Heiwa took off his clothes and washed away the blood stains that had condensed on his body. At noon, he walked into a village called Houjiapu and asked a family who was grinding barley on the field if they could hire workers. The owner left him alone.
He handed him a wooden fork to stir the ground barley straw, and lunch was finally done. He and his host had just picked up the hemp rice bowls when two soldiers carrying guns walked in from the gate and asked Heiwa where he was.
Road, and insisted that he was a fugitive from the riot. Heiwa pretended to be stupid and said: "Boss, I can't even understand what you said. I don't have a lot of people in my house to go out to make ends meet and get into trouble."
If you don’t believe me, I can’t help you. If I go with you, you’ll have to eat a bowl of hemp food. I’ve been working for a long time and I’m so hungry...” The master is a kind-hearted person and also talks about his feelings: “Two bosses
Just let the boy eat a bowl of rice, since he can't run away anyway." At that time, Heiwa held his own bowl with one hand and picked up the bowl that the owner put on the table with the other hand, and accurately took out the two bowls.
The hot sesame food from the pot was thrust into the faces of the two bosses, and they turned around and ran away from the back door. When they exited the back door, he felt extremely frightened and frightened.
When it was dark, Heiwa walked into a town in the shallow mountains of Qinling Valley. All the shops of more than a dozen families were closed. Only two small inns had their doors ajar, and a lantern made of oily paper hung above the door. Heiwa was in the town.
After wandering up and down the mountain to check out the paths leading in and out of the mountain, I walked into a small inn. The bluestone counter was covered with a glossy black wooden board, and there was a faint aroma of shochu inside the counter. A rickety figure.
The thin old man bent over asked him whether he wanted to eat or live. Heiwa said that he wanted to eat and live. The old man said that you should stay here first and then stop eating. Then he led him into the inner room, where there was a row of large kangs and a fire in the kang hole.
The hula-la was burning, and there was a strong smell of pine smoke in the room. The few people sitting and lying on the kang were all mountain people, their faces burnt by the smoke. The owner of the rickety inn introduced Youye to him.
Pork, badger, pheasant, and asked him whether he wanted to eat it in a bowl or in chunks. Heiwa asked what a bowl was and what chunks were, and he learned that cutting off a piece and eating it dipped in salt noodles was called chunks and stewed in soup.
It's called a bowl. Hei Wa was hungry and thirsty so he naturally asked for a bowl. A coarse porcelain bowl as big as a small basin contained a full bowl of wild boar meat. In fact, it only cost four or five pieces. He couldn't hold it with chopsticks, so he grabbed it.
After tearing into pieces, he ate four more yellow rice buns that were browned and crispy in the kang hole. Then he felt exhausted and lay down on the kang. The rickety shop owner rushed over and said, "Guest, please pay the bill before going to bed. It's a stinky street."
That's a bad courtesy." Hei Wa felt that there was no change and handed him a silver dollar. In the middle of the night, Hei Wa woke up with his hands and feet tied to death. He heard someone saying in the dark: "Please don't be alarmed, sir.
I recognize you. Last year you came to our village and asked us to change our number and flag. Do you remember?"
"Brother, you performed a 'Second Entry into the Palace'." The bandit leader said. Hei Wa was let go and took off the pants covering his eyes. The strong light made him unable to open his eyes. The bandit leader said: "Thank you
I didn’t sign up with you as a Communist Party member, otherwise neither of us would have a place to stay.” Only then did Hei Wa see clearly the face of the bandit leader, which was not much different from a year ago. Last year, Lu Zhaopeng was worse than him
He came to this village to try to persuade the bandits to turn into communist guerrillas but failed. Now that he was living here, he was naturally in a completely different mood. He stood in the brightly lit hall, grinning and speechless. The bandit leader said:
"Brother, you can rest assured and stay here. No one dares to lay a finger on you. Eat well, sleep well and heal your injuries first. If you want to make a revolution, go down the mountain and go to the revolution. If the revolution is successful, the poor will take over the world, so I will go down to the mountain to work in the revolution."
If it doesn't work, if you are in trouble, just come to my brother. You are familiar with the road." The bandit leader called for someone to apply medicine to the wound on Hei Wa's shoulder, and then set out several bowls of vegetables and a jar of wine. Hei Wa drank.
His face turned red, and he lay down at the table and cried loudly. He cried loudly for a few times, stood up suddenly, and laughed and said: "I am a bandit from Bailu Village."
The bandit leader drew a knife and pricked his hand, and the blood dripped into the wine bowl. Hei Wa took the knife and cut his middle finger. The two drank the blood wine, burned incense and bowed in front of the incense table. Hei Wa looked up and saw the cliff behind the incense table.
There was a wolf painted in white on it. After the obeisance, Heiwa said: "I didn't see a white deer in Bailuyuan, but a white wolf actually came out." The bandit leader shouted: "Bring me the treasure jar." Someone said.
He immediately presented a half-sized celadon-glazed porcelain jar. The bandit leader turned the jar over and poured out two identical wood-carved black and white peonies. Heiwa asked Heiwa to find one with his hands. Heiwa asked what he wanted, and the bandit leader
He said: "You touch it first before talking." Heiwa reached into the porcelain jar and picked out one at random. It was white. The bandit leader smiled and said: "Brothers are blessed." Then he told him that there were two peonies raised in the village.
, the brothers draw lots and enjoy it equally. This white peony was bought from Kaiyuan Temple in the city with a lot of money. The origin of the black peony is kept secret from everyone and no one is allowed to inquire. Just enjoy it. Hei Wa Wrinkle
He frowned and babbled, saying that he was not used to doing this kind of thing. The bandit leader smiled and said loudly: "Brother, bandits are bandits. Bandits only enjoy this blessing, and they can't enjoy any other blessings they want. You
What are you worried about?"
Hei Wa slept with White Peony, and later also slept with Black Peony; White Peony was beautiful in white, and Black Peony was also beautiful in black. After the scab on his shoulder healed, Hei Wa participated in the first robbery, and he was very good at shooting with his hands and feet.
He has a good-natured temper and won the support of his brothers after three or five robberies. The bandit leader crowned him Second Thumb. The bandits' organizations have various names and are also unique. The bandit leader is respectfully called Thumb, and the second leader Heiwa is naturally Er Thu.
Thumb up. There was one robbery that Heiwa will never forget. When he robbed a medicinal materials purchase shop in Panlong Town, he pulled out the young shopkeeper from the hemp bags containing Chinese medicine. He turned out to be Bai Jiaxuan's second son Bai Xiaowu. He hugged him
The collar was so tight that he rolled his eyes, and he pressed it to the ground facing his feet. Then he handed it to a brother, then retreated to the door of the store and said to a brother guarding the door: "You go in and I will guard the door.
I stepped on a trouser leg." Meeting an acquaintance during a robbery is a taboo for bandits. It is called kicking on a trouser leg, or bumping into the door panel of his uncle's house. Heiwa heard Xiaowu's screams when he was beaten at the door, and suddenly remembered that he and his brother were together
The scene of Xiaowen sitting at his square table and studying.
The specific action plan for looting the Bai Jiaxuan and Lu Zilin families in Bailu Village was designed by Hei Wa. It was purely to retaliate against Bai Jiaxuan for punishing Xiao'e with a thorn brush in the ancestral hall. Hei Wa treated him differently and demanded that his brothers must be executed.
Lu Zilin, if there was enough time, would trample him to death. Unexpectedly, Lu Zilin escaped with his life and let the old coffin man act as a substitute. Hei Wa said to the brothers who robbed the Bai family: "The problem with that man is in his waist."
"He, the waist is too stiff and straight. I have felt uncomfortable when I saw his waist since I was a child." The brothers were all in high spirits. This was an opportunity to avenge the second thumb. Heiwa gave the brothers one last word: "
Brothers, please do your work more cleanly."
Hei Wa then went to watch the theater in Hejiafang. He wore a broken straw hat, covering half of his face and squeezed into the crowd. He saw He Yaozu and Lu Zilin sitting decently on the theater floor. He was in the theater building.
I caught a glimpse of many familiar faces, but I didn't find Bai Xiaowen and Tian Xiao'e. At that time, Tian Xiao'e was probably leading Bai Xiaowen into the shabby brick kiln. Hei Wa returned to Bailu Village and walked into his kiln yard. The door panel
There was an iron lock hanging on the door; he looked in the henhouse to see that there were no chickens, and the fence gate of the pigsty was lying on the ground and there were no pigs; he sat on a stone in the kiln yard and fell into a tender aftertaste, touching it from his waist.
He took out a handful of silver coins and stuffed them under the doorway; finally he stopped at the road from the kiln courtyard to the village, looked back at the door panels and windows of the dilapidated cave dwelling, and left on the slowly sloped path.